The Lycan King's Warrior Luna

Rebecca 's POV Thompson tells Rebecca to "keep it up." Thompson is the co-leader of one-on-one spar training and the pack's beta. My brother Davis and I are the other leaders that contribute to this development. If you have ever witnessed them engage in warfare in person, it makes sense that they co-lead the program with me. My primary responsibility is war tactics, but occasionally I also take part in these battles. As the woman in front of me attempts to land a hit, I bob and weave. Her eyes are blazing with a fierce intensity. Barbarahas always been eager to compete with me. A woman should naturally want to establish her value, especially in the face of someone with my background. She might stay on my team if she can impress me with her abilities, but it's not that simple. She still has a ways to go. She's getting more and more upset over not being able to hit at least one good blow, and all I can do is smile. Really, it was a little depressing. "Talia! Beta yells, "Are you going to keep letting her get away with it or are you really going to f* hit her?" Her eyes start to twist and suggest that she was about to let her wolf out, which seemed to enrage her. Her teeth start to jut out slightly to highlight how sharp those babies are. Yes, Talia, I agree that I'm starting to grow bored with this. You are simply squandering my time," I begin. I like provoking my opponents. Those with no emotional self-control were simple to get inside the heads of. More and more, the more I prodded her. In this sparring match, I was winning. And my brothers and I are focusing on this. regulating one's feelings during a conflict. She suddenly lunges at me, opening her mouth to try to grasp a hold of my throat between her teeth. We keep circling, getting to know one another, as I swiftly leap back in time to avoid the onslaught. Barbarais approximately 5'6" while I am 5'4", but my agility makes up for my size difference. Is that all you possess? Pretty pitiful, in my opinion," I say, hurling an insult to make her angry. Thompson notices what I'm doing, but he doesn't ask why. He is aware that Barbaraisn't even near to my abilities and that this is all just fun and games for me while serving as a lesson for her. Barbara Is a fantastic fighter, no doubt about it, but I'm an even better one. She shouts as she runs her long claws across my face, "b***h, just because the Alpha took you in as his own, doesn't mean that you are worthy enough to speak down upon me!" I pull my face to the side and shut my eyes. I smell blood right away. MY BLOOD. She gave me a tiny scratch, so I wasn't even angry, but her comments were unacceptable. Too much. The others squabbling around us stop participating in the impending event. Everyone is stunned and awaiting my next move. They sensed the mood becoming more tense. For them, it was frightening. Between our jaws, I could feel the wolf inside me growling for the taste of her own flesh. The sensation of her own blood seeping into my mouth. Will you allow her to abuse us in this way? My wolf wants to tear her to pieces for treating an Alpha's child disrespectfully, but I suppress my breath. I was still the daughter of an Alpha even though I was adopted, and I worked hard to earn my place in this pack. I refuse to allow anyone to disparage my father's choice or my diligence. I slowly turn my head back while keeping my eyes closed, and as I open them, I can feel them becoming the darkest black. I quickly reach out and grab her throat, tilting my head to the side. Through the skin-to-skin touch, I can sense the anxiety radiating from her in many ways. Because werewolves have such keen senses of scent, we can sense the feelings that other wolves are experiencing. I can almost taste her terror of her own humanity. She wants to give up, but her wolf is being a little too obstinate. We dislike being unyielding. That doesn't sit well with me. That is not to my liking, or mine or my wolf's. What she said earlier—that being an Alpha's offspring is one of the worst ways to disobey the terms of the pact—is illegal. One of the most revered traditions in our community is the law of the pact, which if broken might result in execution or banishment. As I drew closer to her, a horrible smile appeared on my face. She whimpers as my fingers dig into her flesh, hardening my hold on her tender throat and causing drops of blood to fall. She is attempting to scratch at my hands, so I give her a low growl to get her to stop. She halts instantly out of terror for her life. As I continue to choke her, all she can produce at this point are little moans. I snarled low as my lips drew near her ear, "May I remind you that though I am not the blood of our Alpha, I'm still the daughter of an Alpha, and his blood runs heavily through my veins." Every sentence that comes out of my mouth makes me feel strong. "And if you EVER say something like that again..," I laugh, "Let's just say, next time you will NOT be so lucky, bitch." After that, I let her fall at my feet with reluctance. She wheezes for oxygen to fill her nearly nonexistent windpipes, so I step around her. My wolf is about to come to light, and my face is ice cold. And in the entire time I've lived, I have never lost complete control to let my wolf take over my human form. Nobody has ever been this fortunate, but Barbarawas on the verge of taking home the top honour. I can't allow that to occur. The wolves that were sparring try their hardest to get out of my way as I advance forward with each step. The wolves in this pack know better than to obstruct me, for I am, after all, the kin of an Alpha who has been dead for nearly all of my life. I emit a powerful aura of domination in thick waves, and now because I'm annoyed by a tiny bit of the ground I tread on, it's much stronger. Certainly, it is not an option to give up control. Because only when I do will death follow.